A wild gasp hitched at Jimin's chest as he was shoved on the wall of a dark alley by a pair of veiny hands he wanted to lap his mouth around. The same pair of hands were cupping his cheeks the next second and Yoongi's lips were on his, devouring and possessing.

"Told you," Yoongi gasped, his thigh now between Jimin's legs who keened loudly, rutting his groin hard against it. Whining, Jimin threw his head back against the bricks, hands fisting tight in Yoongi's hair, and rutting faster. "Told you fate wants us to do something in here."

"Shut up," Jimin gasped, but hell if he didn't like it. Yoongi could tell by the way his hips stuttered again before picking up speed. The chafe must hurt, rough denim against his dick, but Jimin always liked it when it hurt.

Yoongi tugged Jimin closer, moaning at the mess Jimin was already. He gripped the hem of younger's shirt before yanking it off, leaving the younger completely naked. The sight was utterly divine. He was - now - no stranger to Jimin's body against his. Although each time he looked at the younger it felt like, there was a lot deeper he had to go. But the last time they slept together, the room was dark and they were just so into it Yoongi didn't get much opportunity to completely see and relish.

He latched his mouth around the younger's puckered nipples, earning a breathy and delusional moan from his doll lips as Jimin continued his tremendous journey of rolling his hips on Yoongi thigh.

"Do you know how delectable you look right now? Making these pretty noises and rutting yourself on my leg like a bitch in heat. Makes me wanna tame you."

The yellow lights of the street lamp flickered at the end of the dark alley, making Jimin's skin glow. Jimin whined like the brat he was, destructively taking Yoongi's shirt off, almost tearing it in two.

"Calm down there," Yoongi laughed breathily, his breathing ragged.

"Why am I naked and not you?"

Yoongi smirked, kissing the younger's neck before whispering in his year. "Because you like it. You're secretly so kinky, you like to please me by being obedient."

Jimin hips stuttered, almost halting but he switched from hard and fast to move his hips in a slow and seductive roll. His lips falling open at Yoongi's dirty words.

"And that's what you'll do." He muttered, retreating his thigh back from Jimin and gripping his shoulders. He pushed him down onto his knees, taking Jimin by shock as he looked up with his doe eyes.

"Suck."

Jimin innocently nodded, his small hands fumbling as he tried to unzip Yoongi's pants. Yoongi bit his lip as he felt his hands pull down his boxers the cold air hitting his skin. He let out a shuddering breath as Jimin hand wrapped around his shaft, his hand slowly moving up and down the hardened length. His head lolled back in foggy intoxication as he let the boy consume his senses.

His breathing began speeding up, ragged moans of pleasure escaping his lips. An electrifying current shot down his spine as he felt his wet, plump lips wrap around and engulf him into his mouth. His nails dug into Jimin's scalp as he felt Jimin swirling his tongue against his tip. Jimin head began to Bob up and down as his one hand rested on Yoongi's thigh, the other going up to trace the elder's abdomen.

His mouth felt so hot and tight, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The sounds of Jimin gagging lewdly along with his moans enhancing his senses so much he couldn't help but grab Jimin's head and push down further. His hips began moving on their own accord as he slowly started thrusting himself down Jimin's throat, chasing his orgasm.

Jimin's tongue continued to lick and wrap around him, wanting to take as much as possible, hollowing his cheeks and sucking harder. At that Yoongi's hips stuttered before snapping into Jimin's mouth, a deep groan reverberating from his chest. His movements becoming harsher and involatile as he drew closer to his orgasm.

Yoongi's whole length was lost in his mouth, his lips so thick and glossy around it as drool dripped down his chin. Both of them's body was burning up with the intensity. Yoongi continued to thrust into his mouth, violently fucking his face but Jimin didn't stop him. He could feel his high getting closer and closer, his abdomen tensing up before he lost complete control, coming into Jimin's mouth. Spurts and spurts of cum filled Jimin's mouth, drooling down his chin with his spit as he gulped around Yoongi's cock, tears striking his eyes.

Yoongi tried breathing with his nose to calm his nerves as Jimin stood up with weak knees, his cock hard and disregarded until now.

Their lips met in another messy kiss, their desperation quite evident. It was gross but so damn good at the same time.

"Are you clean?" Yoongi asked between the kiss and Jimin gasped a 'yes' while pulling at the grey fluffy strands. Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's body, kneeling to search for a small bottle of lube in his jeans pocket. He barked a howl of success as he luckily found it, throwing it in the air before catching it again.

Yoongi stood up again before gripping Jimin by the waist and turning him around. He pushed him into the rough and chunky wall, making him inhale sharply as his cock contacted with it. His cheek dug into it as he rested his palms at the side of his head, preparing himself for what was to come.

Yoongi squirted out some lube onto his fingers, remembering how they very in the very opposite position in their rather sexual street fight. "I told you I'm the dom here." He teased, thrusting two fingers in Jimin, making the younger jolt in surprise with a choked up scream.

"A warning- ah, would be lovely." He grunted angrily but pushed back at the same time. "Move."

Yoongi slapped Jimin's ass and Jimin moaned shamelessly, gripping the wall uselessly. "Brat," the older muttered. "Be grateful."

"I'm not your fucking slut." Jimin said between deep pants as Yoongi started curling his fingers in him, slightly drawing them out before pushing back in, angling differently this time. "Oh my- fuck!" He cried out as Yoongi's fingers grazed, just grazed against his prostate.

"Your body says something else, beautiful." Yoongi bit down on the younger's shoulder, moving his fingers at a fast pace, the squelching of his expert fingers along with Jimin's soft moans filling his ears. He was driving back and hitting on the same bundle of nerves that had Jimin going haywire. "You're talking rather more than last night. Not shy anymore?"

Jimin flushed crimson, biting his lips hard. "I'm-" he panted a few times, finding words. "I'm still exploring."

Yoongi laughed breathily, retreating his fingers from inside Jimin. He didn't need much prep as he was stretched out by last night. Jimin whined at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing.

"Make me take it." Jimin wiggled his ass back on Yoongi's crotch. "Hurry,"

"So desperate, little mob," Yoongi teased, eyes glinting with mischief.

"I'm getting- frustrated you idiot fuck."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, but angled himself on Jimin's hole and pushed into Jimin so roughly that he knocked him out of breath as a loud cry escaped his lips. "There, there..." he soothed, hands gliding at Jimin's sides. He could go mad at this feeling, Jimin was so hot around him. And the thought that they've never used a condom had his cock twitching. The feeling was as amazing as last night and he could never get enough of it. His eyes fluttered shut, moaning unabashedly. Jimin was wet and tight and hot and perfect.

Jimin was shuddering, legs trembling as they held him up. Yoongi smoothed a hand down his spine. He pulled out and slammed back in. Jimin arched his back, crying out, and Yoongi didn't let him breathe before he fucked in again. Yoongi set a brutal pace, Jimin's senseless moans mixed all in one.

"Wreck, ah-" Jimin choked. "Wreck me."

And so Yoongi thrusted harder, his hips punishing as he pounded into Jimin. His strokes weren't as sensual as the previous night they shared. They were possessive and hard as if he wanted to ruin Jimin,

"Jimin..." He groaned out, increasing his pace and mercilessly pounding inside of him, making the younger see phosphenes. The pain of his vicious movements going straight to Jimin's groin. Yoongi pulled out before thrusting all the way in again and Jimin had a hard time catching his breath.

Yoongi's long fingers were wrapping around Jimin's throat, squeezing slightly to cut some oxygen. He increased the pressure around his neck and as he still recklessly plunged inside of his pert ass.

Jimin was at a daze, his mind buzzing because of the lack of oxygen and the only thing he could focus on was Yoongi's cock inside of him, the feeling consuming his entire mind. His head rolled back, resting on Yoongi's shoulder as the older started stroking him with synchronization.

If this wasn't heaven, he didn't know what was.

He was on the edge, he just needed another push and the next brutal thrust of Yoongi had him climaxing. It washed over him so hard he blacked out a second, his chest inflating as much air as possible as soon as Yoongi left his throat. Yoongi's other hand was gripping onto Jimin's waist to keep him glued. Yoongi was coming inside of him, spurts and spurts of thick cum coating his walls as he moaned.

He felt aware of his presence now, his knees were melting and he could barely breathe, But he was raptured from inside out. His knees gave up and he almost fell if it wasn't for Yoongi hauling him up and turning him around.

"Can't-" he panted. "Can't stand now."

"I know, come here," Yoongi grunted, pulling Jimin's flushed face into his chest. Jimin closed his eyes, something about Yoongi's heartbeat soothing him. Perhaps It was his presence. Yoongi was stroking his damp hair and it...it was wrong but didn't feel like it.

Why? Why does this feeling keep growing? Am I weakening?

With that thought, Jimin was moving away. He looked at Yoongi hesitantly before picking up his clothes from the ground and wearing them. Yoongi watched Jimin do so, not understanding why he suddenly broke the hug but then snapped back, wearing his clothes as well. They fixed their clothes before staring at each other for a whole good minute, it wasn't awkward at all before Jimin broke the hug like that but then Yoongi inhaled sharply.

"Come on," he said, snatching Jimin's hand and urging him to walk, hearing a wince from Jimin. He smirked to himself, knowing the pain in Jimin's ass was going to remind the younger of him for a good long time.

They stepped quietly beside each other, noiseless lanes and unstated words. Jimin was looking down the whole time, occasionally suppressing a whimper and walking weirdly.

In any other situation, Yoongi would have picked Jimin up and walked home. But unlike every day, he himself was very tired, and would probably fall if he tried to pick him up.

"Jimin..." He began, wanting to make a conversation. Jimin hummed in response, still looking down.

"What is your last name? I never got to know that."

Jimin's eyes shot up immediately, making Yoongi wonder if he said something wrong. He observed as Jimin's eyebrows weirdly dipped down and his lips traced words but didn't say anything.

"My last name...my...I don't know." He stammered.

Yoongi frowned, tilting his head in confusion. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?"

"I mean I don't know...I d-don't know." Jimin looked like he wanted to avoid, he wanted to avoid this conversation. Yoongi could see that. Jimin looked down again, gulping hard.

Why did he not know? Who was his family? Where did he belong?

Yoongi examined Jimin, a lot of questions forming in his mind but he couldn't ask anything except for,

"Are you scared, Jimin?" He asked voice laced with concern. "Are you scared of something?"

Jimin looked up. It happened as quickly as flicking a switch. It was a trigger, this was his trigger. Yoongi had pressed the very correct buttons that would lead to his psychotic break down.

How did Yoongi know that he was scared? That he was scared of not knowing himself.

It was like a headspace, the worst place he could be. It was dark and infinite and he was lost in there somewhere. He didn't know where he had come from, where he wanted to go or whom to rely on. Hell, he didn't even know his name. He just knew he was scared. Like he was right now.

The last time he had this kind of psychotic break down was when he heard his unknown parents' death, causing him to lock himself in the dungeon. He couldn't even take out more information on them, he wasn't having the access to.

He pressed his lips tightly, pressing it all deeper. No, Yoongi couldn't ask this question. He couldn't ask this accurate question. Not another person who knew Jimin better than himself.

"Why are you asking?!" He barked, making Yoongi widen his eyes at the sudden outburst. "I have told you before - you don't know me, don't act like it! You don't know me, you don't!"

Yoongi paused for a second. God, he was so frustrated with Jimin's coldness and his desperate attempts to hide his feelings. He yanked Jimin's wrist, pulling him closer as his eyes bore into him.

"Do you know yourself, Jimin?"

Jimin gasped loudly at those words. There it was, out. And scared and broken would be an understatement of what Jimin felt when he heard those words from Yoongi's mouth.

"What do you know about yourself? You don't even know what you're feeling right now! And you yell at me for caring for you. I'm trying to gain your trust, I'm trying so desperately to be in your life!"

They were so near, Yoongi's hand still holding Jimin's wrist up in the air, tightly. Jimin didn't say anything, a knot forming in his throat as his eyes rimmed with tears.

The moment Yoongi saw those tears, his urge to make Jimin realize what he was doing ceded away.

There was a reason behind why Jimin was shoving him away, far deeper that the order of the massacre.

How could Jimin let Yoongi in when he himself hadn't?

"Is this what you think about me, Yoongi?" He muttered through gritted teeth, eyes welling up with unwanted tears. "Someone who doesn't know his whole existence? Is that all you see in me?! Can you not see through it? What's behind it?! You and your trust can fuck off!"

Yoongi laughed sarcastically. "As if you make it so easy for me to see right through you!"

"If you can't see right through me then what made you conclude that I don't know myself?!"

He snatched his wrist and turned around, still backing away his tears and stomping away from Yoongi.

Ever since he met Yoongi his life has been a roller coaster ride for him. He felt so helpless because he didn't know more than half of the feelings he was having.

The only thing that was behind Jimin's exterior was his feelings for Yoongi. They were foreign but so fucking obvious. And Yoongi couldn't see them. All Yoongi saw was a naïve boy used as a killing machine, distanced from all the human emotions.

He was so new, new to everything. He wished he knew more, and he wished Yoongi could help him through it, not use it against him. He wanted to know what these meant, he wanted to know about himself, he wanted to know how feelings worked.

He wanted to know why tears were streaming down his eyes right now.

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Yoongi had searched every possible place Jimin could go. He went back to the club and asked Jin if he came back. But he hadn't.

Jimin's car and his bike were still there so Yoongi decided to pick up his bike and search Jimin with it.

After perhaps half an hour, Yoongi reached to his last hope, the park where Jimin frequently visited. And there he was, sitting silently on a bench while looking down.

Without thinking twice, he ran towards him and stood in front of him, making him look up with doe eyes. He wasn't crying anymore and Yoongi doubted if he even cried a little bit.

This is what was different about Jimin. He did unusual things. He acted all flustered then he'd suddenly act angry. He'd avoid Yoongi sheepishly then answer him sincerely.

It was cute but he knew it was frustrating to Jimin himself.

"I'm sorry, little Mob. Please don't avoid me."

Jimin looked away.

"I can't avoid you, I know you're still gonna wait for me under my apartment with your stubborn ass."

Yoongi wanted to laugh but it died down within him. He sat down beside Jimin.

"I shouldn't have said those things to you. I'm sorry. I promise I'd never use them against you."

Jimin scoffed lightly, his eyelashes still holding hue of tears that had accidentally slipped from his eyes. He was doing all in his might to not look at Yoongi while Yoongi's eyes weren't tearing away from him.

"I was just...expecting from you..." Jimin mumbled.

"Expecting what?"

"That you would help me sort my emotions. That you would help me with them but you just shoved it all upon me. Said it right on my face that I didn't..." Jimin yelped back his sobs. "I know...I know I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I know I do things that I think are right but are weird to other people."

Jimin finally looked at Yoongi who was listening to his every single word intently.

"I'm a sociopath...Blame the condition I'd only be let out if I had an order to kill. Blame the time when I lost my virginity with my boss because I thought it was endearing."

His lower lip trembled, his throat stinging with such strong emotions he couldn't name. His voice was coming out cracked and thin.

"I thought you were to help me because my emotions are strongest when I'm around you."

He wiped off his nose with his trembling hands.

Yoongi was speechless. A sociopath. He figured that out the moment Jimin told him he was going to organize a massacre because he just wanted to see Yoongi try to stop him for a kick.

But he was speechless because this was the real Jimin. This was the vulnerable Jimin. And Jimin didn't even know that opening up to someone meant so much. He was just saying what his mind threw.

A strong need to protect washed over Yoongi. This boy was just...differently endearing. Something twisted, dangerous but such soft and sensitive on the same note. Yoongi cupped Jimin's cheeks, forcing him to look at him.

"You know, I don't care if you know the meaning of your existence or not. I just know your existence means a lot to me." He smiled. "I'll help you, little mob."

Jimin innocently widened his eyes.

"You will?"

"Gladly."

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If I would've worked as hard on my studies as much as I did on this smut...oH boy 🙂